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  SEX ME ALL AROUND

  TRIAD Series – Book 3

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  Tianna Xander

  Bonnie Rose Leigh

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  Sex Me All Around– Triad Series – Book 3

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  SEX ME ALL AROUND

  Dax Gavaire scowled into the vid-link at his twin Ragim. “What do you mean you can’t come here? This is important. We need to try this spell. It seems to have worked for the Carrillian witches.”

  His brother stretched and leaned back, putting his hands behind his head. “Maybe so, little brother, but this is important, too. I need to stay here until Fane returns with his mate. He’s afraid the council will try to dissolve his marriage and send his mate away. He needs all the support he can get.”

  Dax ran his fingers through his hair. “Maybe I should return and help. There’s nothing saying we can’t do the spell on our own home world. Our powers are certainly strong enough for that.” He didn’t say that he wasn’t overly anxious for others of their kind to know of their strange power over nature. Being a mage on Tigeria was not necessarily a good thing. At least it wasn’t for their uncle.

  Rage frowned. “You know as well as I do that what happened to Uncle Lonato was an accident.”

  “Was it?” Dax sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “How many of our kind fall from such a great height, Rage? How many of our kind with our powers fall from any height and die?” He stared into Rage’s eyes, unbelieving that he could truly be so gullible.

  His brother sighed. “I know what you’re trying to say, Dax. I just don’t want to believe our people have sunk so low as to kill their own kind.”

  “Perhaps it wasn’t our house, but another. Still, we must take precautions.”

  “Perhaps it wasn’t our people who caused his demise. He was on Taluthia just as the Banarts attacked. Perhaps the enemy managed to end his life so abruptly.” Rage brought his arms down and sat up. “There are many scenarios, not all of them pointing to a traitor in our midst.”

  “Maybe it isn’t a traitor, but a spy. Someone pretending to be someone he is not.” Dax knew the odds of that were slim. There were very few people on the planet who weren’t Tigerian and those were servants. Still, he liked that possibility better than one of their own betraying them.

  Rage nodded. “That is more likely than a traitor. Our houses may not always get along, but I refuse to believe one of our own species could be capable of such an act.”

  Dax grunted, and picked up the spell book. “According to this, we need incense made from the Kruna tree. This book calls it Cedar. It is to purify the sacred space. I don’t think we’ll need any other props. I think if we use this purification and concentrate on what we want, our powers will do the rest.”

  “Do you really think our wishcraft is strong enough to bring us mates from another world?”

  “Perhaps not two mates.” Dax grinned. “Can you honestly say you want two different women? We’ve shared everything up until now, even our sexual partners. Do you wish to have a separate mate?”

  Rage looked thoughtful. “Do you think there is a woman out there who could put up with both of us on a permanent basis?”

  “I hope so, big brother. I really hope so.”

  “Then get your ass back here so we can get busy burning our Kruna wood and wish ourselves the perfect woman.”

  Dax, reached over to set the flight controls. “I’m on my way home now. I’ll see you in about a week. Have the wood ready. We’ll need to do this as soon as I get there since it is supposed to be done on the full moon.” Rage stroked the short platinum beard that covered only his chin. It was his only differing characteristic from his twin.

  “I’ve heard there is much Goddess power in the moon. Perhaps there is some truth to that, after all.”

  “I need to cut transmission now, I’m about to jump to light speed.”

  “Goddess speed on your return, brother,” Rage said, holding his hand up in the Tigerian warrior way. “May your journey be uneventful.”

  * * * *

  Minna Ailani threw her handheld communicator across the room. There was naught else to do with it. It, like everything else in her home, was useless. She’d intercepted two communiqués from the mates of four powerful men from three different planets and they both said virtually the same thing. She tried using the spell book attached to the second message but to no avail. Still, she’d had to try, her people needed help and, if the two women spoke true, she could call help to them in the form of two powerful men of her own.

  She tried to ignore the clenching and unclenching of her pelvic muscles. She would take care of that ache later, provided her pleasure tools still worked. However, knowing her luck, they would probably work as well as her spell did three weeks ago. She glanced through the tinted illuma-glass to see the smoking grass and buildings of the town three miles away and prayed the Hienial people would finally leave her planet and her people alone. If only she could escape this place. If only she could manage to find someone who would come to G’recio and help, they could defeat the monsters who loved to laugh as they tortured her people.

  Minna closed her eyes and tried to forget the unimaginable pain, the horrors of being a woman in the hands of such monsters. She’d finally managed to escape, but she knew it was only a matter of time before they broadened their search and found her. Then the beatings, the probes, and the humiliation, would start all over as she waited for them to decide which three would mount her again.

  She curled her fingers, balling her hands into fists. She couldn’t allow that to happen. She looked down to the fazac on her belt and smiled grimly. No, they would not capture her again. Not alive, anyway. She’d been lucky the last time. She hadn’t conceived. She didn’t know if she could end the life of an innocent child. But, how could she knowingly help such a deviant race continue their existence?

  Her eyes widened as her whole body began to tingle and she reached for the weapon on her belt.

  Too late! Her scream of frustration was silent as she temporarily lost the use of her mouth. They’d already trapped her in their transportation device. It somehow dissolved you into millions of tiny pieces before stacking you back together in another location–just as good as you were before, only not as free.

  When she reached her destination, a hard body knocked her to the floor. Immediately, she wrestled her attacker for possession of her weapon. They wouldn’t let her kill herself. They enjoyed the torture too much. Besides, they nee
ded women to continue their race.

  When her assailant had her pinned, another man stepped up and took her weapon. “You won’t need this.”

  “Better to kill you with,” she bit out between clenched teeth.

  “My, my, Dax. What a bloodthirsty little hellion you’ve wished upon us.”

  The man atop her raised his head with a snort. “Me? You’re the one who wanted a female warrior, Rage. And I quote, “I want a woman not afraid to defend her cubs, her world and her mates.” Don’t tell me I’ve wished this upon us.”

  Minna stopped struggling long enough to hear their conversation and realized they were much too handsome and clean to be members of the Hienial race. She sniffed delicately and almost sagged with relief when she didn’t smell the hideous odor of one of the marauding Hienials.

  The one called Rage stepped closer, giving her a better look at his laughing blue eyes, eyes the same color of the deep waters of Lake Brakia. The one lying atop her pressed her bones into the soil. He glanced down at her sharply indrawn breath and it was then she got a good look at his face. Her eyes widened. Brothers, they were brothers. Twins, by the looks of it. Both had the same white-blonde hair with black tips, ice blue eyes and full lips that made her think of things other than doing battle.

  The man above her moved—pressing the hard evidence of his obvious arousal between her spread legs—and her face heated. Blood pounded in her ears and her heart slammed erratically in her chest when she realized of what they spoke.

  “You drew me here with a spell,” she said with a frown. “I thought only women could use the spells to bring their mates to them.” She squeezed her eyes shut when she realized what she’d blurted out. Damn, why could nothing go right for her?

  Perhaps it has already gone right for you. We wished for a well-educated, well-endowed warrior woman, and here you are, Dax said, slipping into her mind and letting her know he could read her thoughts. “How do you know of the spells?” he asked aloud, with a frown.

  Her face blazed with mortification. Was she to have no privacy with these two? How—how ungentlemanly it was of him to make such a comment! It wasn’t her fault her breasts were too large and her hips a bit too wide. It was what her grandfather had always called an hourglass figure. Whatever that was.

  “I intercepted a couple of communications.” She blinked slowly, hoping their masculine beauty was merely an illusion. “They don’t work though, I tried.”

  “We are more alike than you know, woman.”

  She shoved at the wall of his chest when he grinned down at her. If they wanted to kill her for taking such liberties, so be it. They would merely be putting her out of her misery. Her only regret would be that she was unable to help her people.

  * * * *

  Rage barely stopped himself from gaping at the woman tucked beneath his brother. As he hoped, the wish-spell had brought them one woman, not two. Her long golden hair would stand out amongst his kind. She was unique. Full lips that begged for his kisses pouted at him and her violet eyes would look stunning when she finally changed to her inner cat. Her large breasts nearly spilled from her robe as she struggled beneath his brother. He found himself licking his lips in anticipation of closing his mouth around her erect nipples. The woman was perfect in every way. But, would she welcome the advances of two men? There was really only one way to find out.

  After waiting years for their own mate, neither he nor Dax were of a temperament to give her the time or the opportunity to reject them. They’d planned for her seduction and he didn’t see any reason to delay the mating, especially after seeing how fierce their mate could be. Besides, he thought, looking down at his brutal erection, his cock was in full agreement.

  Rage watched his mate tense beneath Dax’s body, could see her fighting to gain control. He could hear her chaotic thoughts whirl as she tried to figure out how to get the upper hand. Their mate wouldn’t willingly submit to them—at least not yet. Yes, seduction was definitely the best route to take in subduing their spirited mate. He couldn’t keep calling her mate, either. The first thing they needed to find out was her name and where she’d called home before they’d cast the spell. Then, they could seduce her.

  Though it pained him not to loosen the ties on his trews thus releasing the pressure on his throbbing cock, Rage didn’t dare show her the affect she had over him. Later, when they knew she was theirs he would shower her with attention, show her through his actions that his body would only burn for her.

  Dax grunted, capturing Rage’s attention. From the grimace on his twin’s face, she must have elbowed him in a very delicate place. Enough was enough. “Cease and desist, woman. We mean you no harm.”

  “I have naught but your word of that.” Though her words were firm even as she struggled beneath his brother’s weight, he could feel her fear as though it were a living thing. Her fear crawled through her, demanding she find a way to escape them. This wouldn’t do. They wanted her submission, yes, but through her trust, not because she feared they’d do her harm otherwise.

  “Let her go, Dax.”

  “What?” Her eyes went wide, clearly not believing she’d heard him right.

  What? Are you out of your mind? She’ll try to escape the first chance she gets.

  I don’t think so. She needs to learn to trust us. She knows we are bigger and stronger than she is. That alone will keep her from fully trusting us. Unless, or until, she feels she has the advantage, anyway. “Hand her the weapon back, too.”

  Are you sure about this, Rage? She might turn the weapon on us and try to run.

  It’s the chance we have to take. She’ll not come to us willingly otherwise. For our mating to be acknowledged, she must be a willing participant in the binding ceremony.

  “You will continue to believe we mean you harm if you remain unarmed. We know we would never hurt you, but until you realize that, you’ll feel compelled to question everything we say. If having your weapon makes you comfortable, then have it you shall.”

  “I could just shoot you,” she said, sitting up to assess her injuries. She had hit the ground hard when the other jumped on her. Doing a mental inventory, she realized she had a few aches, but nothing serious.

  “You could, but then you’ll never know if we spoke true about being your mates. Will you?”

  She bit her lip, obviously deep in thought. “You’re right. I wouldn’t know.” She looked around. “Where are we? Where have you brought me? I would at least like to know where I am before I make such a momentous decision as accepting you two for my mates.”

  Dax smiled, using the grin he’d practiced on females many times. He and his brother had used the same smile to get what they wanted from women for years. This time he used it with the knowledge that the woman he wanted would be the last.

  “You are on our home world, Tigeria. Welcome to our home, mate.”

  * * * *

  Minna almost slumped with relief. She’d heard about the Tigerians. Knew their honor was renowned throughout the galaxy. If they made a promise, they kept it. Still, she made a grab for the Fazac as soon as he held it within reach. She may have heard of their ways but it didn’t mean she trusted them. She held it up, pointing it at first one, then the other. She felt ridiculous, knowing they could have killed her any number of times when she’d first arrived. Plus, they could have done anything to her while she lay helpless beneath the one. Yet they hadn’t and it was that alone, which made her begin to trust them.

  She looked from one brother to the other, both so handsome, so alike and knew that she must succumb to them. She must find the courage to mate with them and find a way to convince them to help her sisters or her entire world was lost to the cruel invaders who would do no more than use them for receptacles for their horrible smelling ejaculate and bearers of their hideous children.

  No matter how she weighed her options, these two gorgeous men were infinitely better than dealing with the several Hienial people who would insist on mounting her. The Hienials we
re huge, ugly, smelled of death, sweat and had rotten teeth. What sane woman would want to mate with them? For some reason, they always birthed males. Never did a girl child come from a union with one of their kind and never did a child take on any characteristics of the mother’s race. Too bad they did not simply cease to exist.

  Again, she looked from one twin to the other, counted her blessings and nodded. “I—I don’t have much choice. I cannot go home. The hideous Hienial have overrun my planet. I know you must be better than what awaits me there. I only hope you will not do me harm.”

  “What a lovely compliment, mate,” Rage said, quirking the corner of his mouth in a wry grin.

  “Stop teasing her, Rage,” Dax said to his brother. “We will never harm you, love. We have waited too many years for you. We want you to know that you can trust us with your life.”

  She alternated her gaze between them. Surprisingly, she did trust them with her life. She just wasn’t sure if she could trust them with the lives of all the women of her world—and her heart.

  * * * *

  Minna bit her lip, wary about what was in store for her. She had no idea where they were leading her, and even though she thought they spoke true when they said she was their intended mate, she still had her doubts. But, were they the doubts of a frightened woman or those of a warrior wary of a potential enemy? She just didn’t know. They still hadn’t done anything to prove to her that they were the Tigerians they claimed to be. They could have easily lied to her.

  She watched the flex of the one called Dax’s ass as he led the way. They’d started out in some sort of standing stone circle in the middle of a meadow before heading toward the tree line of the darkened forest. Before long, they’d left a well-worn path through the trees and began following an overgrown trail deeper into the woods. By the Lady Goddess, where were they taking her?